Chapter 520: Life Breathes Together, Deadly Collision

Crackling, countless arrows fell like raindrops, a wave of arrows, like ocean waves, kept slapping on the net made by Leng Zhuo, each arrow, colliding on the flexible silk, will be quickly entangled by the silk around.

The silk of the Holy Emperor Butterfly is as strong as steel wire, not to mention that Leng Zhuo has also injected spiritual power into these silks, making these spider silks seem to be nerves in the human body, and like tentacles, as long as they enter the range of silk, they will be attacked immediately.

Drink, Leng Zhuo shouted fiercely, except for the arrows that fell to the ground, the spider silk tentacles were still wrapped with countless arrows, and with Leng Zhuo's loud shout, suddenly, the silk tentacles threw all the arrows in all directions.

Boom, the dense arrows swept across the shops, alleys, and streets in front of them like a dense torrential rain.

Puff, puff, the archers who were hidden behind the roofs and windows around them, behind the carriages, were suddenly unlucky, and were shot by the arrows that reflected back.

Puff, puff, like dumplings, the corpses kept rolling down from the houses on both sides, and in front, the swords and shields in front of the carriage were also shot like hedgehogs, and some arrows followed the gap, and more than a dozen people were also injured.

Leng Zhuo fell from mid-air, fell to the ground on one knee, lowered his head and gasped, although he was very handsome just now, but it also consumed a lot of his spiritual power and spiritual power, but in the face of the situation just now, Leng Zhuo didn't have much choice, if he didn't block it, the warrior students below didn't know how much he would fall.

If the soldiers are gone, they will take a fart city, besides, this cadet army that follows him, Leng Zhuo regards it as his subordinates.

Leng Zhuo only gasped for a moment, then stood up, the previous scene, Leng Zhuo knew that he had been ambushed by the enemy if he was not stupid, the other party was obviously prepared, it seemed that it was impossible to raid and take Jiaocheng, and retreated, Leng Zhuo didn't think that the battle of Jiaocheng was very important, and Leng Zhuo couldn't afford to lose.

Although there are fewer soldiers and horses, Leng Zhuo still has a killer weapon, a three-headed eighth-order demonic beast, Leng Zhuo doesn't believe that the defenders in this Jiaocheng can resist, Leng Zhuo thought, not hesitating, drawing the void with his hand, and reciting the summoning spell.

However, at this moment, on the street in front of him, the torches that illuminated the street behind the shield suddenly trembled, and a huge black shadow swept out the four torches and flew straight towards Leng Zhuo's place.

The spiritual silk that poked out more than ten meters outside the body faithfully transmitted the surrounding scene to Leng Zhuo's brain, although Leng Zhuo closed his eyes, the surrounding scenery was more clearly reflected in his mind, and Leng Zhuo, who was almost able to draw a summoning array, decisively gave up and continued.

Instead, he leaned forward, spread his legs, stretched out his arms, and a silk rope as thick as a forearm shot out, like an attacking snake, spitting out its core and opening its fangs.

The two strands of silk intertwined into one strand, turning into a roaring multicolored dragon, opening its mouth and swallowing the oncoming spear, but this spear was obviously not an ordinary throw, and on the sharp arrow, a spiral swirling cyclone was like a drill, crushing everything that stood in its way.

The dragon dragon head transformed by silk was easily twisted and shattered, and moved forward inch by inch along the body.

Leng Zhuo leaned back, and activated his spiritual power again, countless spiritual silks probed into the silk as thick as a hair, and a faint golden light shone brightly, swirling, winding, since the spear that shot was crushed by the force of rotation, then Leng Zhuo followed the rotation to offset the power of the rotation.

Borrowing strength, four or two dialing a thousand pounds.

The silk at the front end continued to spread out, as if floating in water, the soft touch that fluttered with the waves, while moving with the wind, under the control of Leng Zhuo, while rotating and wrapping the entire spear.

Strands of silk continue to cling to the spear that rotates, like an electric toy twisting the bolt, as the strength continues to be filled, the rotating force on the spear becomes weaker and weaker, and loses the destructive power of the rotation, an ordinary spear naturally has no lethality.

The spear stopped two meters in front of Leng Zhuo's body, but the silk was already full of strength, and he used his human way to treat his body, twisting, and the silk quickly released the writhing power in the opposite direction, and the spear that was wrapped in it suddenly seemed to be pulled by a motor with full horsepower, and it spun rapidly.

A more powerful cyclone was generated, and the flowing air flow was like an air knife, cutting through the bluestone slab below, spinning, spinning at high speed, rolling up the tornado's rotation.

"Give me back" Leng Zhuo's whole body was shocked, and suddenly the spear that had accumulated enough momentum flew back.

Bang, the spiral force like a drill bit hit a horse-repellent cart, the huge wooden shield full of blades and arrows only lasted for a breath, and was drilled out of a big hole, and the high-speed rotation and driven wind knife was extremely sharp, only to hear the crisp sound of dangdang kept ringing, the countless blades were constantly struck, and the wooden planks were constantly cut.

Bang, there was another loud bang, and the huge wooden shield shattered countless times on the spot, and under the drive of the whirlwind, it rolled towards the soldiers who were hiding behind the car shield.

The screams made the sky over Jiaocheng a little more miserable, and the moonlight shone on the bright blooming blood-red roses, which were enchanting and intoxicating.

In an instant, dozens of people were dismembered by random blades, their limbs shattered into countless small pieces, and the whirling cyclone was dyed a bloody color, like a bloody spear, extinguishing countless torches and shooting into the darkness of the street.

The moonlight was like water, and dozens of meters away, a tall figure looked at the blood mist spear that shot in, but instead of dodging, he showed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled.

His legs were like awls, piercing into the bluestone floor, his body sinking slightly, and his low roar was like the low roar of a ferocious beast, and a powerful aura was constantly raised.

Bang, under the left foot, the shattered bluestone shook violently, and suddenly turned into powder and flew out, and a second later, the same sound was made under the foot of the right foot, and the body sank again for three minutes, and with the continuous rise of that breath, the countless broken gravel around shook and trembled, and then seemed to be supported by some force and rose.

Life breathes, a kind of contract passed down from ancient times, usually used on Warcraft, after people and Warcraft have a strong tacit understanding and dependence, usually the contract, can allow people to borrow the power of powerful Warcraft, which is equivalent to combining the power of Warcraft and human into one.

This contract, the premise is difficult to achieve, and even if it is achieved, when borrowing power, it is necessary to take into account the limit of human bearing, after all, the human body is far from being comparable to the body of the demonic beast, so if you are not careful, the party who borrows the power will explode and die because of the overload of power.

Life sharing is also a high-level secret in Li Tang, which can only be learned by generals above the rank of captain, of course, this kind of life sharing contract combined with the blood and blood of the beast can exert more powerful power.

The Tang Empire was in the late stage of the ancient psychics, and this period was the peak of the ancient psychic method, and as the Tang royal family, which had ruled Kyushu for 800 years, the secret method possessed, even if it was lost a lot in the war, what was left was enough to make people crazy.

Compared with the Beihu barbarian human beast** method to obtain the bloodline of the Warcraft, Datang has a more advanced method, the method of dripping blood, this method is safer and very effective, the only drawback is that it takes a long time, and the method of dripping blood is not something that can be completed in one generation, but each generation will carry out a blood-dripping ritual to continuously improve the essence of the blood of the Warcraft in the body, so that the inheritance from generation to generation, until a few generations, more than ten generations later, there will be a most powerful bloodline inheritor.

And the family to which Han Tao belongs is a bloodline family, although it is not as good as the top eight families, it is also a small family.

Han Tao's body has reached a fairly high strength after continuous beast blood evolution and tempering, so after using Life Breath, Han Tao can withstand more demonic beast power.

Seeing the flying blood mist spear shooting, Han Tao's eyes were already blank, this was the manifestation of the life breath power reaching the extreme, on the verge of rage, Han Tao suddenly shouted, raised his palm, and suddenly those flying gravel quickly condensed, forming a stone hand blocking the front of the spear.

The spinning spear collided with the rock giant hand, and suddenly splashed countless sparks, the spear moved forward inch by inch, and the three-foot-thick rock giant hand was broken through in a few breaths, although the strength was a little weaker, but it was still unstoppable towards Han Tao.

"The stone handprint palm is broken for me" Han Tao twisted his waist, and the palm that shimmered like gold with dazzling golden brilliance blocked towards the sharp spear.

The rock giant hand before was easily broken, and Han Tao actually blocked it with his palm, if anyone saw it, they would definitely think he was crazy, but the spear that was the same as the high-speed rotating drill bit was in front of Han Tao's palm, and it was difficult to move an inch.

The air flow that swirled because of the high-speed rotation was like a sharp knife, cutting the bluestone in front of Han Tao minute by minute, and then like a stone grinder, cutting the gravel into powder, but even so, the spear was only advancing by the slightest, and the powerful strength was also losing little by little.

The outstretched palm blocked the unstoppable spear, and after a few breaths, the palm that shone with the color of dazzling gold grabbed the spear body that was still spinning, and a piece of lightning flashed in Han Tao's palm.

Han Tao roared, holding the spear body in his palm, the spear that was still violent just now suddenly quieted down, and honestly fell into Han Tao's hand, and then under the squeeze of that huge force, the spear body suddenly began to twist and deform.

Han Tao threw away the spear in his hand, raised his foot, pulled out of the ground he had sunk into, and walked forward step by step, while his tongue licked the dry corners of his mouth, his face was full of excitement, obviously the fight just now made his blood boil.